Chapter 502 The Hand of Rescue

"Brother Cook, come on, I'm your opponent." Lal constantly attracts the attention of slaves.

I looked at Lal with dull eyes, but there was still no big reaction.

"Eating", Lal gave up his sword skills and played the exclusive martial arts skills of the Ishubars according to the previous method of successfully recalling slaves at the martial arts conference.

Lal's punch hit the slave's body, which was not painful or itchy, but the impact on the slave's heart was absolutely not light.

The slave began to respond. He forgot Hoffman's existence, threw Hoffman away, and then turned back to face Lal.

Lal: "Yes, that's it, Brother Cook, you can't forget it, because this is your pride."

I reacted, but Lal was not happy at all at this time. The slave's response to Lal turned out to be a fist. Slaves are still dominated by the sense of chaos.

Dodge, and dodge again, Lal did not fight with the slave, but walked around the slave with all his strength. Now this is no longer the martial arts conference. There is no time limit, and there is no difference between victory or defeat. Lal only thinks about how to make his big brother Cooka slightly restore his memory and self-awareness. .

The days of slavery have been very long. Lar also understands that it is not a matter of overnight to recover. At present, the best way is to control him and then find a way to recover.

The body has been transformed, and the powerful slave is infinite. Lar can't fight as before. How can he control it? This is a big test.

It's just that Lar, who is experienced in fighting, seems to have an idea at this time. She keeps seducing the slave and letting him chase herself. For the fast-moving slave, it was difficult to catch up with Lal's speed. In this way, the two ran to the distance.

Lal: "I remember, there should be that nearby."

What exactly is the one Ralph is thinking about?

Lard: "Very good, it's really here."

Lal stopped and seemed to have found his goal. It turns out that this is a huge deep pit, and it is more than ten meters deep, and it is really difficult to climb up if you fall into it. This deep pit seems to have been dug up by the soldiers of the Star Regiment in the past. Lal doesn't want to investigate what purpose this deep pit was dug for. Now what Lal thinks is how to let the slave fall into this deep pit.

I remember that at the martial arts conference, Lal used this method to let him fall off the ring and lose, but at that time, he was stopped by Heinrich's order under the stage. Now, Heinrich has given up the slave in order to escape and let him try his best to delay Hoffman. Now No one will come to order slaves again.

Lal turned around and waited for the slave's pursuit on the edge of the pit.

Lal: "Come on, Brother Cook, come to me."

Ral's idea has had no problem so far, but she seems to think of slaves too simply. After all, no matter how he loses himself, he is still a living person. He stopped in front of Lal and did not charge blindly as Lar thought.

It turns out that since he lost at the last martial arts conference, he has been severely ** by Heinrich. Fear is the most terrible thing that can be branded in the depths of human hearts. Heinrich's fear of slaves is exactly like this. So far, the slave At the edge of the ground, there will always be hesitation, which may be a conditional reflex that any creature has.

The current situation has become very embarrassing. Now the slave is still five or six meters away from the deep pit. At such a distance, it is difficult for Lal to push the slave's huge heavy body.

I also had another conditioned reflex. He also learned what he looked like at the martial arts conference, waved the two chains in his hand, and made a long-range whip attack.

In the face of the fierce and rapid chain swing, it is really difficult for Lal to stay on the edge of the deep pit and avoid it. The sharp wind pressure of the chain passing by is enough to make Lal's body feel cut and painful. If it goes on like this, Lal's mind turned around and temporarily left the edge of the deep pit first.

Lal looked around and kept searching for usable items or terrain.

"Well, this one may be feasible." Lal found something.

Lal came to somewhere and stopped. Of course, this was to attract slaves' chain attack. Here is an earth wall with huge square stones on the earth wall, and most importantly, it is in a straight line with the slave and the deep pit behind it.

Lal doesn't care what the earth wall and square stone are for. In short, this situation can come in handy.

"Wow", the iron chain cut through the hiss of the air, and the black shadow split and swept to Lal. In the face of the fatal blow, Lal was extremely calm. The time gap of one-tenth of a second, Lal squatted down in time and dodged, which was really close to shaving his head.

Lal did not stop, and then took the initiative to charge the slave. Seeing this, the slave immediately wanted to pull back the chain, but it did not succeed. It turned out that the chain was stuck by the square boulder that fell down.

I subconsciously pulled back the chain. Such a big boulder is not something that ordinary people can handle, but coincidentally, I am not an ordinary person. With strong power, such a huge square stone can also be pulled.

The slave's chain was pulled out, but he obviously did not know how to control the power and did everything with all his strength. Now, he suddenly pulled back the chain. As a result, due to excessive force, his body was unbalanced and began to fall due to inertia. One step, two steps, three or four steps, the slave took five steps back to stabilize his body. Unfortunately, it was only more than one meter away and stepped into the deep pit.

"Crash", Lal jumped high and kicked out with all his strength. The gravity of his body and his reasonable foot strength were all applied to the unstable slave. As a result, the slave's body tilted again.

"Wow!"

I can only roar like this, and then my whole body fell into the deep pit.

Lal finally succeeded. Next, as long as he came up with some more ideas, he could rescue the slave back to the castle, where he could be cured slowly.

Lal imagined the future so positively for the first time, and because of her happiness, Lal was careless. At this moment, she didn't expect that the chain flew up from under the deep pit and locked Lar's feet tightly.

"What! This is! Ah!"

The huge power suddenly pulled Lar's whole person deep into it.

After falling to the ground of the pit, Lal stood up desperately. Now she has to continue to get along with slaves in this narrow environment, which is worse than the terrain in the ring of the martial arts conference, and what's worse, Lal's foot was injured and difficult to move in the blow just now.

The slave fell from such a height of more than ten meters, and there must be nothing wrong with it. He soon stood up again and was full of hostility towards Lar.

Lal: "Brother Cook, remember the past quickly."

I responded, but it was another violent attack, and I rushed over.

Lal had no choice but to dodge with one foot. Once or twice, Lal was gradually limited to an extremely passive situation, and several times he could hardly avoid the slave's attack.

Lal: "No, you have to try to make Big Brother Cook remember more about the past."

The best way is naturally to perform the martial arts of the Ishbars, and it must be felt by the slave's body. For this reason, Lal made a desperate move and turned to attack.

"wing attack", "horn broken" and "attack", Lal exerted all his strength and constantly hit the slave's body, hoping that he could make the blood of the Ishbals begin to boil and awaken the souls of the Ishbars as he did at the martial arts conference.

"Ah!"

With a scream, Lal was finally hit. Even if he only touched the side of Lal's head slightly, the power suddenly made Lal's head bleed. The blood left from his forehead stained half of Lar's face and fell to the ground drop by drop. Lal, shouldn't she?

Lal: "Brother Cookka, take a good look. This is the bloodline that we are proud of in the body of our Ishubal people."

Lal threw his blood at the slave with his hand, and there was still hot blood, which stained the slave's body.

Magic, how incredible, the bloodline of the Ishbar people, the pride of the Ishbar people, the honor of the Ishbar people, these things are precious things deeply rooted in the deepest soul of every Ishbar person, and even no fear can be conquered.

He hesitated and stopped moving. It seemed to work.

Lal: "Well, remember, Brother Cook, you also have the blood of the Ishubals."

There is hope, and he reacted to this. From his mouth, he intermittently said repeated words: "Ishubal...Ishubal...Ishubal...ah! My head hurts so much!"

It's miserable. Like the previous martial arts conference, it seems that he can't be too hasty. Now the slave's head is fiercely collided by two spiritual consciousness, which makes his head feel as painful as an explosion.

ran wildly, and the slave hit everything around him, of course, including Lar. This is no longer a situation that can be calmed down by words.

What should I do? Lal calmed down and thought that the first thing he had to do now was to save his life to save Brother Cooka later.

If you continue to stay in this small space, you will definitely be attacked. The most urgent thing is to find a way to escape from this deep pit, but what should we do? About ten meters high, and the wall of the cave is so vertical that you may be able to climb out slowly, but now there is no time and opportunity for Lar to come slowly.

on!

Lal took action. What Lar is good at to turn the situation around. Lal did not run to the hole wall of the deep pit, but rushed to the slave. What did Lar have for such a dangerous move?

The slave attacked randomly around, and Lar did not need to pay attention to avoid the slave's attack. Soon, Lal approached the slave, and I felt someone approaching, instinctively fought back, waved his arms and swept to Lal.

Even if Lal's foot was injured, he was still very agile. He saw the opportunity with both hands, supported the thick arms swept by the slave, and then jumped up and jumped on the slave's head. It turned out that Lar wanted to use the slave's tall body to pull into the gap with the hole.

Lal's fierce foot on the slave's head jumped.

"Ah!" Lal's feet and head were severely damaged, and now he is a little overwhelmed to jump.

It's still one meter away from the mouth of the cave, but Lal stopped here, and it seems that he still doesn't have enough strength. The gap of this meter, at this time, the distance of one meter turned out to be so far away.

Lal's body began to fall. Below, the stimulated slave was waiting for her. In mid-air, it was difficult for Lal to escape.

"Give me your hand!" Hoffman stretched out his hand.

The rescue hand given by his companions is completely unexpected for Lar, who maintains a cold relationship with others. But just as Lar himself has always wanted to rescue Brother Cooka and rescue him, this is a proof of mutual trust between his companions. Lal stretched out his arm, accepted Hoffman's help, and clenched each other's hands.

Hoffman's power pulled Lal up. Before Lal stood firm, Hoffman hugged her and pulled her tightly into his arms. Ralph is also a girl anyway, and Hoffman doesn't seem to be a person who has such an idea. Is it?

Hoffman immediately turned around, turned his back to the deep pit, and whipped the chain thrown from the deep pit with his back door. Lar was surprised that Hoffman did this to protect her.

"Man, no problem, it doesn't hurt at all."

It seems that Hoffman has recondensed his vitality armor, so he is not afraid of the slave's chain whip.

Lal didn't say thank you, and Hoffman didn't care about these details at all. The two stood on the edge of the deep pit and looked at the slave who was trapped below and was constantly rampaging there. The slave kept hitting the wall of the cave with his head, just like at the martial arts conference, trying to stop the headache. It seemed that he would soon I don't have the strength to be honest.

Hoffman: "I'll hang him up and bring him back later."

Lal nodded, and finally, Lal's wish always saw a little hope.

Hoffman remembered what happened just now and kept accusing himself: "It's just that I've lost Anjo now, and I can't fulfill my man's promise. I'm really useless."

Things have become like this. No matter how sad and self-blame it is, it won't help. I can only go back and slowly discuss future countermeasures. But as for him, why did Heinrich take Anjo? It's really strange.